Once upon a time
Was a green Rosebud
He had appeared
On a cold spring day
The blood was slowly coming to his head
Day after day
A new throw was helping him to reach his goal…
… MATURITY.
He coped with the Sun- the Wind –the Rain
So difficult sometimes
But only expecting the final flush of blood!
Slowly changing his green petals
Slowly turning from green to bright pink
Slowly turning from bright pink to dark pink
The process was on its way
But suddenly what happened…?!
NO MORE BLOOD IN HIS VAIN
The knife had slowly cut the body
He needed to keep all the life inside
HOW LONG?
WHERE IS HE GOING?
A hand took him away from his mother
HE IS PART OF HIS MOTHER!!
HE CANNOT TURN INTO THE RED ROSE ANYMORE
HE ONLY HAS THE GREEN BLOOD INSIDE
HE NEEDS ROOTS
How long could he keep his blood?
It will slowly drop
Killing him slowly
Slowly melting in the water
Water prisoner of a vase
The petals will loose their freshness
They will dry
Not even at THE APOGEE OF HIS LIFE
AND ALREADY DEAD
NO MORE FEELINGS
DEATH HAS FILLED HIS DUTY
GOOD BYE RED ROSE…
…WHO NEVER WAS …
…WHO’LL NEVER BE…
pElAgUS
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